Kyuss
...And The Circus Leaves Town

THE REVIEW

I prepare for the evening, light up a joint, add lipstick to already red lips. With my index finger, I press the "play" button, a few seconds later Alfredo fills my body with adrenaline, with his dragged pounding, I'm going 100mph and it doesn't matter if I crash, Garcia will caress my hair with his voice while I perish.
It's a constant giving in and taking back, glancing in a thousand directions, touching, brushing, the lizard still on a rock, sun, I'm still not moving.
And I can't do it, I have to move, I have to slither like a snake, jump like a flea, Homme's guitar always so damn present, impossible not to love, it slips between your thighs, gets inside, and cuts off your breath, suffocates and liberates you, and Reeder grips my hips, follows me slowly, insistently, takes me and lets me go, this is not just music, this is an orgy, and you want them all inside you, you give attention to all four without exclusions, because they all take you differently, creating a synergy so intense that it leaves you falling exhausted onto the bed.

Light up another little joint. Close your eyes, there's the moon. John Garcia's voice is one of the most beautiful voices I know, anger and sweetness, right and wrong, a voice you cannot say no to. The kids take you high, show you the stars, the night, the fear.
You come down, what do you do? It's just a dream. I dance with the snake, arch my back, completely surrender on the obsessive and heavy notes of El Rodeo, I adore these kids, what they were, the trips I made with their music in my portable, subway gray cold bed rain office, no, what the hell, I'm in California I'm in the desert I'm wherever I want to be.
And then? Then what? Then it's true, it was true, now it's not anymore, now there are co-productions, there are the majors, but what do I care, this album is here and will always be, like the others, like the "after" which is now, what changes? What changes for me what John Garcia does, if he cures hemorrhoids in dogs or if the other snorts the entire GDP of Colombia and NOW produces mediocre stuff. What the hell do I care, I have this record. Ustedes?